百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第7章Part 8

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第7章Part 8  

His reply was definitive. In three months he expected to establish his headquarters in Macondo. If he did not find Colonel Gerineldo Márquez alive at that time he would shoot out of hand all of the officers he held prisoner at that moment starting with the generals
and he would give orders to his subordinates to do the same for the rest of the war. Three months later
when he entered Macondo in triumph
the first embrace he received on the swamp road was that of Colonel Gerineldo Márquez.
The house was full of children. úrsula had taken in Santa Sofía de la Piedad with her older daughter and a pair of ins
who had been born five months after Arcadio had been shot. Contrary to the victim's last wishes
she baptized the girl with the name of Remedios. I'm sure that was what Arcadio meant
" she alleged. "We won't call her úrsula
because a person suffers too much with that name." The ins were named José Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Segundo. Amaranta took care of them all. She put small wooden chairs in the living room and established a nursery with other children from neighboring families. When Colonel Aureliano Buendía returned in the midst of exploding rockets and ringing bells
a children's chorus weled him to the house. Aureliano José
tall like his grandfa-ther
dressed as a revolutionary officer
gave him military honors.
Not all the news was good. A year after the flight of Colonel Aureliano Buendía
José Arcadio and Rebeca went to live in the house Arcadio had built. No one knew about his intervention to halt the execution. In the new house
located on the best corner of the square
in the shade of an almond tree that was honored by three nests of redbreasts
with a large door for visitors and four windows for light
they set up a hospitable home. Rebeca's old friends
among them four of the Moscote sisters who were still single
once more took up the sessions of embroidery that had been interrupted years before on the porch with the begonias. José Arcadio continued to profit from the usurped lands
the title to which was recognized by the Conservative government. Every afternoon he could be seen returning on horseback
with his hunting dogs and his double-barreled shotgun and a string of rabbits hanging from his saddle. One September afternoon
with the threat of a storm
he returned home earlier than usual. He greeted Rebeca in the dining room
tied the dogs up in the courtyard
hung the rabbits up in the kitchen to be salted later
and went to the bedroom to change his clothes. Rebeca later declared that when her husband went into the bedroom she was locked in the bathroom and did not hear anything. It was a difficult version to believe
but there was no other more plausible
and no one could think of any motive for Rebeca to murder the man who had made her happy. That was perhaps the only mystery that was never cleared up in Macondo. As soon as José Arcadio closed the bedroom door the sound of a pistol shot echoed through the house. A trickle of blood came out under the door
crossed the living room
went out into the street
continued on in a straight line across the uneven terraces
went down steps and climbed over curbs
passed along the Street of the Turks
turned a corner to the right and another to the left
made a right angle at the Buendía house
went in under the closed door
crossed through the parlor
hugging the walls so as not to stain the rugs
went on to the other living room
made a wide curve to avoid the dining-room table
went along the porch with the begonias
and passed without being seen under Amaranta's chair as she gave an arithmetic lesson to Aureliano José
and went through the pantry and came out in the kitchen
where úrsula was getting ready to crack thirty--six eggs to make bread.
"Holy Mother of God!" úrsula shouted.
She followed the thread of blood back along its course
and in search of its origin she went through the pantry
along the begonia porch where Aureliano José was chanting that three plus three is six and six plus three is nine
and she crossed the dining room and the living rooms and followed straight down the street
and she turned first to the right and then to the left to the Street of the Turks
fetting that she was still wearing her baking apron and her house slippers
and she came out onto the square and went into the door of a house where she had never been
and she pushed open the bedroom door and was almost suffocated by the smell of burned gunpowder
and she found José Arcadio lying face down on the ground on top of the leggings he had just taken off
and she saw the starting point of the thread of blood that had already stopped flowing out of his right ear. They found no wound on his body nor could they locate the weapon. Nor was it possible to remove the smell of powder from the corpse. First they washed him three times with soap and a scrubbing brush
and they rubbed him with salt and vinegar
then with ashes and lemon
and finally they put him in a barrel of lye and let him stay for six hours. They scrubbed him so much that the arabesques of his tattooing began to fade. When they thought of the desperate measure of seasoning him with pepper
cumin seeds
and laurel leaves and boiling him for a whole day over a slow fire
he had already begun to depose and they had to bury him hastily. They sealed him hermetically in a special coffin seven and a half feet long and four feet wide
reinforced inside with iron plates and fastened together with steel bolts
and even then the smell could be perceived on the streets through which the funeral procession passed. Father Nicanor
with his liver enlarged and tight as a drum
gave him his blessing from bed. Although in the months that followed they reinforced the grave with walls about it
beeen which they threw pressed ash
sawdust
and quicklime
the cemetery still smelled of powder for many years after
until the engineers from the banana pany covered the grave over with a shell of concrete. As soon as they took the body out
Rebeca closed the doors of her house and buried herself alive
covered with a thick crust of disdain that no earthly temptation was ever able to break. She went out into the street on one occasion
when she was very old
with shoes the color of old silver and a hat made of tiny flowers
during the time that the Wandering Jew passed through town and brought on a heat wave that was so intense that birds broke through window screens to e to die in the bedrooms. The last time anyone saw her alive was when with one shot she killed a thief who was trying to force the door of her house. Except for Argénida
her servant and confidante
no one ever had any more contact with her after that.
At one time it was discovered that she was writing letters to the Bishop
whom she claimed as a first cousin. but it was never said whether she received any reply. The town fot about her.